His head inclines, gaze directed towards Freya as Sasha questions her. He was glad the Queen too wished to include the members of their kingdom – without them and their support, the merger between the Valkyries and Rajput’s would never work. Amber gaze does not leave Freya’s face as she speaks, skull nodding slightly as she falls silent once again. She and Sasha were far more eloquent than he could ever be and he agrees with every word spoken. It truly would be detrimental to them all should they fail to bridge the gap between their kingdoms. Gaze flicks to Sasha before falling to Tia’s form.
A frown mars those painted features – the grey Queen’s armor seems cracked, her stoic demeanor … different. Her soft reply pulls his consternation ever deeper, concern clearly marring his forehead. Briefly, he wishes to possess Galadriel’s stone; he can think of no other way in which to assure her. He waits in silence, allowing the Queen to gather herself, eyes following her own as her head rises once again. And just like that, she is a Queen again. He eyes her carefully, searching for the flash of what they had just witnessed. It is gone, replaced with a warm smile, her question concerning the North’s freedom the new subject. His own weight shifts as well, a hind resting from its burden, thick tail flicking lazily over his hocks.
Perhaps we should go to the North and speak with Arianah. They are small in numbers, as we all are. Maybe it’s finally time for peace to come to Hoof Prince. Lips cease movement, deep tones cut off, line of vision grazing the three. His response had been succinct, but he makes no movement, ears pressed forward, eager for their response. Though he is a creature of war at heart, he is not the single-minded warrior that so many others claimed to be. Currently, he only wished to ensure their kingdom’s safety, to lead Scythia through the pages of Hoof Prince history. Again he looks to Tia, golden gaze eyeing her warily. She was strong, this he knew, but he makes a note to speak to her in private in later days – though he will not admit it, not even to himself, he cares for her and will not allow her to believe she is alone, ghosts of the past and present frolicking at the foot of her throne.
King of Scythia
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